Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1887-02-10
Sunday School Teacher-Now ehildrei,
can any Of you tell me who Methuselah
was?
Small Scholar--Hs was chestnut. Life
A TRUE LOVER OF 1916.

l.
They say loving has gone out of fashion,
sweetheart; then am sure that neither you
nor l can be in the fashion. For surely, il
love be out of fashion, kissing must likewise
he; and that was a kiss you gave me
when you took leave OF me Cand sad leave it
was, sweetheartD both my mouth aud thino
will testify. Your lips trembled, sweet, and
the tears stood in your eyes, and yet | loved
that gentle quivering better far than even
the brightest smile you ever gave me, when
first saw you sweetheart, ala, so long agol
Do YOU remember the first timef You
have blushea at It many times privately, III
warrant, Tor there wasnoither She nur stock
ing on yonr foot You were daintiiy iorCling
q swollen brook when my horse neighed, aud
heigh, prestol your gown was dropped, and
at sight Of mo the blood came surgng up in
90 your cheek.
Sweetheart, that was long agol
Many blush you have bushed, and many
q tear you have shed (for the which | bcg
your pardon on my Bonded knees for my
sake, since them
Now you have become the very soul Of my
soul l tell you this, not because you do not
know it weil, but because it pieases me might
ily TO writeit Soul of my soul, IN write IL
ten thousand times, with ten thousand new
meanings each time. Janet, can you Imagine,
sweetheart, what pain twns 10 leave you,
and what greater, sweeter pain to see you
grieve at having me! would not lose that
greater pain for all the joys of heaveni
Sweet, I'm not blasphemous l could not
think Of you and blasphen,e; moreover, my
dear and honorcd chief would not allow
blaspbemous man TO lght IN his great cause.
Janet, do You know the one rival you havei
Now be jealous. love jealous woman.
Though jealousy Is impossible twixt yen
and me. Love such as ours closes the door
on jealousy. You have OWNED your rival,
sweet, without one word from me.
! always loved james Graham. Janet. and
now that he has striven with al his might To
raise IN army to avenGs the death OF the most
blessed martyr Charles, love him sr intensely
that my pulses b'at and my breath quickeas
at mere sound Of his name
Therefore | have unsheathed my good
sword, which is keen even rs | nm, tn do bat
tie ia the cause. Therefore have bnldcn you
goodby, my Janet, and am sitting on an old
drum iE our camp near Durnbath. pcnning
these few lines, which may be an everlasting
farewell.
Janct, IL Is not light thing to be a soldiers
love; hard it Is for you, sweet, and heavy TO
bear, that | know fuli we'll, but you are the
brayest woman in the whole world, and did
not finch though the tears stood in yoar
eyes when you kissed me.
Forgive me, sweetheart, for referring 20
that disappearance the last you may ever
give me. Do you remember the horoscope
cast for met Sweet, If | a,n to die tho bloody
death toretold for me, pray that it nlay lie
mn ftRN IaalI Ir.F
marques concerning this, but he has a higher,
purer faith than mine. lie said tina, the man
nsr of dying mattered bat little, provided
that we fell in true CAUSE.
1t seeuls that he never doubts. I have
doubted everything save only Janet
Moniross is a trne nver. He and apend
many night speaking about the ladies' we
love best. Pcrchancc his lady rcssn lplcs veu,
for you have much in common, i,isG;nmeh as
you seem each to he the loveIiest, truest deer
sst Of your sex. | do not tell my cLief SO,
but I know my mistress Is the mors ioval5le
of the two. Sweet, how many eyes have yan'
Fer, when lay awake at nights under heity-
ems canopy, each star looks at mo with Your
Eyes lay aUt talk TO them, and tell them
how love you, and that know you never
will be mine. Sweetheart, the thuaght kills
gle. ] am only as other men, and lone for
you night aud day. l try TO lsay that in
days to ron,e. when ] lie under the so5ls you
Will love some other man, and the very
thought chokes me. Janet, you WIN never
love another man! Dear, IL Is wido1bood
without ever "a bridal I am cort.ierluing,
you To.
Yon will ASK why these black thoughts and
terrors Alasl they are only too vel founded.
] am no coward, Janet, and do not dread 70
die, sword in hand, fighting To nveige ths
blood OF mv murdered king. Bnt, janet,
Col. Straughan Is upon Us with l2.DD men.
II could but die at the side uf Montrsel
will yon ever forget me, Jau-tf
Alas that ever met you. But no. that il
heresy toward my sweet. love you with the
whole of my heart DEAR so farewell trust
his letter 10 Duncan, WHO knows every pass
and will bring these lines to You ,hoagh tho
enemy guard every stone an the road
IL were hat Duncan, to sec your face
again. Ny dearest heart, send YOU some
thing in the cornes of this better Would
that you conld but give il huck to me Yours
until death, JouS SporrIswoopE
r s 1T seems ] am not In the fashion,
sweet. for find love yo,i more than ever
a Gig Tor the fashion, say II My fashion OF
loving you is the hest ard trtlesf part Of mo-
Shall lose that Neverl Even as ! writo 1
near the call TO arms ] fear you nili learn
the issne of this fight before you receive this
The little sprig Of rosemary yon plucked for
me in happier times lies Close 10 my heart; it
speaks to me Of you, but tbsre was no oeed OF
rosemary for remembrance III ! could but
forget you, dear heart, and you would but
forget ne should 60 10 battle with lighter
spirit. tn, my lovr weighs ris down. the
sSHofesi ls:rlcp that tnan os,r cslrii itsi.
Again, farewell. sysesth.uItl
IL
Alasi cor my foro.,o.ins spirit, fsnet, have
you heard of the disaster thar has befallep
nsi Sweet I trus, That m. news Of our 10
feat has haen broken To you gently oonid
not rest all night after my capture for think.
Ing Of yon, AND how you wouid he aide TO
bear ths evils that have come uion us In
fancy havs seen your check pale and your
bps quiyer. havs seen tine glitter ~ your eye
and the rush of tears that will have diIanied
Its brightness ! ara costing you u.ars ngntn,
Janetl !, whose only Joy twas "a 500 you
smile. And now, sweetheart. eSIsNet $50 quar-
ter from our enemies They ARE pitiles0. nor
DO care to ac,ept pity from any iuan Your
pity. Janet half sister Ia your h,v.. y-arp
for
Now that nm no longer fIec. weary Tor
a s. -t of the bouly heather. for whit OF
tie fresh xa, FOR a sight of YOU. .iane;
tried no' to write this last, bcvauS~ it u rot
on,y wcsryins 1t is ton hopc,ss. tuo deep a
yearTn.- | wouti 'iic content coald hri
ere yp,:f fa,r clce more. bat that viii never
10. p.rua visions of yon viii conp 90 visit
me: dreans rrElovn bars a,sl tlnls. dreams
sco:f AT priSna walls, Junci sildes ~ u rom
fort inc, whether my jailers win ~ no My
drearn Janet pale reelection of bwsatiful
reality
Jauss, N,inl hear yatr crying when you
read this ilo not cry, sweet, for were You .
thousand m.Ies away your tears would rend
my heart |, not so great loss tn ioss lie
when cr.s has lost all olse, Dp not weep. my
Janet. Tor thtS poor, desperate lover of yours,
who j. peap.as thus lie cares not greatly Ia
live. To al exile, hunted down by pitilesS
foes, what won,i Ia the worth of lifei MOI